I’m the host,
I like toast.
I like eggs on eggs on toast.
Make them salty, make them sweet
Egg and toast’s just up my street.
You can make them in a pie;
With some bacon you can fry.
Bake ’em in a custard tart,
Make ’em novel – that’s the art.
Add some verse, add some rhyme
You’ll be applauded every time!
***
Alanna is the veggie chick
New dishes give her such a kick
Have and onion – no have two!
And here is what we’re gonna do:
Slice ’em, dice ’em, come and see –
Cook them one day, two days, three!
With toasted bread and scrambled egg
You won’t just ask for more – you’ll beg!
***
I am Steve,
I like to cook
My dishes do not come from books.
My ideas are big and teeny-weeny,
I use up lobster and zucchini.
I toss in eggs and make a tart –
And simple fare becomes an art!
***
Ruth‘s our girl up in Toronto
She’ll whip you up a breakfast pronto.
She likes her eggs a little green
It’s unlike anything you have seen
Don’t like green eggs without the ham?
Try something different from her pan –
You’ll be thrilled
By toast, egg-filled!
***
I am Dale.
I am male.
I eat everything without fail.
I will eat a dinner for two,
I will eat an Irish stew.
I will bite and I will chew,
I’ll even eat Nupur’s green goo!
***
Steph is coughing,
Steph is sneezing,
But she still cooks despite the wheezing.
She cuts her toast a little round
She fries up omelette by the pound.
Some toasts get stars, some do not –
But either way they still taste hot!
***
Julie‘s market trip will get
The contents of an omelette.
Stir in basil, stir in corn –
The making of some real food-porn!
If ciabatta drives your wild,
This one is for you, my child!
***
At Cook’s Cottage there’s a royal
Her eggs can’t just be left to boil.
Oh no:
Gotta blow!
Gotta seal!
Gotta peel!
Dipped in crumbs, dipped in butter!
“Thanks, Princess!” I hear you mutter.
***
I am Pim.
On a whim,
I give Michelin stars a spin.
I go all gooey
If you mention El Bulli,
I shout “hooray!
For the Fat Duck at Bray.
I ate greens, ham and egg –
Now guess where, I beg!
***
Andrew’s the name,
Wine’s the game,
But I’ll do eggs for this fair dame.
I will not bake them in a flan,
I will not eat them in Japan
I will not eat with humourless Stan.
But I will eat muffins
Devoid of puffins.
***
Alice has a craving –
Her calories she’s a-saving:
For one big toast fest
(They do say French is best!)
Although P’s sceptical
He wasn’t dyspeptical:
“A roaring success,
I have to confess!”
***
Shauna‘s one for whom I’m rootin’
She eats toast but never gluten.
Sent her on a camping trip
Where the roosters just let rip.
“Cock-a-doodle-dooooo!”
What’s a girl to do?
Poach eggs and toast bread
To soothe the sleepiest head.
***
Sarah loves her greens and toast,
Not much ham, but eggs – the most!
Picks stuff from her veggie patch-a,
Toasts a chunk of fresh focaccia.
Shaved cheese?
Yes please!
Pile ’em high, those eggs and veg,
And bite this eggy, toasty wedge.
***
Zoe‘s brave,
Zoe’s crazy,
Zoe says her dish is lazy.
To celebrate her taking part
She conjures up the slackest tart
She also braves a broody chicken
To get her custard finger-lickin’.
***
Lizzie likes green eggs and naan
She sizzles chillies in her pan
She really is a major fan,
She’ll make you flatbread when she can.
She makes a chilli omelette
(Do not feed this to your pet!)
Have one bite and you will get
Excited by her food I’ll bet!
***
Sam‘s her name,
Food’s her game,
Your tastebuds she will try to tame.
First you get a jar of honey,
Then you bag yourself a bunny
Oh – you do not think that’s funny?
Well grab a beer, grab some cheese,
Pass the sage and mustard please.
She grills it, serves it and with that,
Pulls the rabbit out the hat!
* * *
In Sydney I think Augustus cheats –
She says she’s cooking silverbeets.
She chops, she beats,
She grates, she heats,
There’s toast, there’s eggs
(Cut in a wedge).
But here’s the strangest thing I’ve seen –
Her “silver” beets have come out green!
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I am Saffy
I go daffy
For eggs in toast – they’re not so naffy.
I will not have them with a scone,
I will not eat them in Gabon
I think eggs on toast’s a con,
I’ll have my eggies in not on.
* * *
I’m Johanna
My food’s a stunner
My guests will never do a runner.
I cook eggs and I cook toast.
I buy food from coast to coast.
The other day I thought: “I say,
I think I’ll make a canapé!”
The best egg ham rolls you have seen
Not boring yellow but vibrant green!
* * *
Now Lily-Lou Who
Was the littlest Who
She could not reach the pot of Who stew.
But with toaster and pan
Mom Moira had a plan –
Instead of roast joints
She made egg and toast points
And so young Lily-Lou
At her share – and Mom’s too!
* * *
Hi to Lady Amalthea –
She tempts us with quesadilla!
The mayo goes a little funny –
Too much oil made it runny!
We’ll just drizzle it instead
And add to that tomatoes red.
Bread so liberally topped with cheese
Can surely never fail to please.
* * *
Here is Anapestic Greg
Who likes his pasta with some egg.
Be gentle now – it’s his first time –
He just could not resist the rhyme
Of Dr Seuss – he’s a fan.
So he devised a cunning plan
To join us in our eggy quest
And now he’s featured he can rest.
* * *
Down in Perth
Spicey gives birth
To loads of food and loads of mirth.
His wine he fries
(It’s true – no lies!)
No dish is he afraid to try,
No novelty will pass him by
What’s up this month? Holy moley!
It’s red bean paste in ravioli!
* * *
And so my dear friends, that is all –
I know that you have been enthralled.
But one announcement I must make:
I plan to take a little break.
And so this month (that is, September)
Stephanie will have to render
Her very own interpretation
Of this eggy celebration!
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Yes, folks, Stephanie will be guest-hosting EoMEoTE#11 – make sure you head on over to her place and see what challenges she has in store for you! See you there…